❝ But I'm only human
and I bleed when I fall down ❞
The Behavioral Analysis Unit gets called in to assist on a serial killer case in New York. That's where they meet Special Agent Skylar Brown, a former military recruit with a past guarded better th...
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A gurney rolled through the hospital's double doors. Male, late seventies, heart attack. There was no apparent chance at survival. Skylar caught the closing doors before they slammed into her face. The front desk stood unoccupied at the end of the emergency room hallway. She looked around, desperate, and eventually spotted a familiar face.
"Derek!" She called out.
Morgan turned around at the sound of her voice. "Sweetheart," he said. Though his lip twitched into a smile, it broke off halfway - tired of pretending, of acting like he was okay.
"How is he?" She asked.
"I don't know. It's been an hour and still no news."
"Shit!"
Skylar pulled at her scalp, desperate to feel something other than the dominant guilt in her stomach and the pain spreading through her arm.
"I know this looks bad," Derek said, "but they're doing everything they can. I trust them to take good care of the kid."
"Well, what if the antidote doesn't work?" Skylar snapped. "We don't know if it's even the right one, for fuck's sake! Our suspects are all dead!"
"I know-"
"And you know what the worst thing is? Garcia looked into the guys that opened fire on us and found proof that they were involved in the attack, but she can't find any ties to the group or evidence that it even exists, so obviously Strauss has ordered us to drop this case and leave it to Organized Crime. We could've had them but instead, my whole plan just went out the window the second I made it up."
"I know this sucks, but we can't always win," said Derek. "This job isn't about saving everyone, it's about saving the ones we can save."
Skylar pressed a hand against her stomach. Her vision equaled a low-quality computer, her limbs heavy like stones. "I'm- I'm getting kinda dizzy," she choked out.
"What?"
"Yeah, I was shot." She reached out an arm for support, but air slipped through her fingers. She couldn't see anymore, everything became so blurry all of the sudden.
Derek caught her hand. "Wh- why the hell didn't you lead with that?!"
The sleeve of her sweater was badly drenched in her own blood. He reacted quickly as she stumbled and fell, embracing her in his strong arms.
"Hey, we need a doctor over here!" He shouted.
Skylar answered with a whimper. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm sorry for everything." She clutched Derek tightly, afraid she might lose herself if she didn't. He was her rock, her friend, the strong arms keeping her dizzy legs at bay.
